GADS

Dan Savage is following me

Everywhere I've gone today (other than in my office), Dan Savage has been there. On the #10 from downtown, Dan Savage was there. He even got off at the same stop (granted, his office is a block from mine, but still). When I had lunch at The Honey Hole, in walked Dan Savage. And as I walked back to the office—Dan Savage. I'm afraid to go home because I don't want him to know where I live (though he probably already does). No, I haven't read The Stranger yet this week, Dan. Yes, it's been weeks since I even bothered to pick it up. Just let me run my errands and eat my sandwich.

Mister Rogers had bakers and fire fighters and letter carriers in his neighborhood. I have a sex columnist. Go away, Dan Savage. Go away.
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Oh, ick. He's funny enough -- I even read his books -- but I can't stand him anymore. He's got such a cold cost-benefit attitude towards human relationships, he hates animals and doesn't understand why people have pets, and the letters he answers make me want to be a nun. Smart guy, but too much to deal with.
Well, especially when he's stalking me.
My exposure to him is limited to his commentaries on those VH1 shows. But I suspect I'd have reservations about seeing him everywhere. I'm so sorry.
I hadn't seen (or noticed) the VH1 appearances until last night. Perfect timing.
I shouldn't have looked--my innocence is gone. What people come up with for "pleasure" is astonishing.
I should have warned better. Almost nothing surprises me anymore.

"sex therapist"

and "The Stranger" should have been warning enough for me. You know what they say killed the cat--I've got it in spades.

Re: "sex therapist"

Honestly, if our church's advertising budget allowed, I'd love to advertise in The Stranger. We get a great response from our weekly ad in the Seattle Weekly; I think people are surprised to be invited to consider church and Christ at all.

I saw that ad

I thought it was great